Imagination Driven

The rain drizzled unwelcoming down the window, as she snuggled closer into the blanket and rested her head upon Isha's shoulder. It was wrong to fall in love with him - she'd created him for pete's sake - but she'd never dreamed that he would become this real, this solid. And it wasn't just him. It was his brothers, his parents. It was a little overwhelming, but even before she'd begun writing this story her mum had said she'd been living more inside her head. Maybe she was supposed to live inside her head. Maybe she was unconscious in a hospital somewhere and this was all just some bizarre coma she was in that kept her entertained. She knew it wasn't though. Everything was so real, had lasted so long... the question was how much longer it would last. How long until she could finish the story, and what would happen when she did? Would they all just disappear? Because if that was the case, she wasn't sure she wanted to finish it. How could she drive away the figments of her imagination that did nothing to harm her? She couldn't. She wouldn't. Or would she?

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